Chapter 007: There are people in our underworld
"Please spare my life, I am under the protection of the Mountain God, grant me mercy."
Nonsense
Old Huangpi's mouth is almost twisted with anger; he has studied humans and has lived for over one hundred years. It is not to say that his intellect is like that of a demon, surpassing even Zhuge Kongming's wisdom, but he should not be treated like a fool to be toyed with.
It is that old yellow weasel
Russell was taken aback, when did Uncle Nine become so domineering
Old Huangpi's heart skipped a beat, what is happening?
Hearing the murmurs of the junior disciple beside him, Wencai couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth; Jiushu often enjoyed drawing talismans, yet the more he drew, the fewer talismans there were.
Russell leaped forward and suddenly dove into Wencai's embrace. Although Wencai did not know what had happened, he was exceptionally obedient.
Master, what should we do if the mountain deity comes looking for us?
Chase them, kill them
Furthermore, your second granduncle is also a judge in the underworld, your granduncle is an immortal in the heavens, and your great-granduncle is even more remarkable. These mountain spirits and wild monsters dare to bully the people of Maoshan, humph
The taste of the barbecue is absolutely wonderful
Russell muttered softly, "The master is so lazy, making me practice drawing talismans every day, yet he never draws them himself, hum!"
Uncle Jiu paid no attention, his right hand transformed into a sword and waved it, the peach wood sword emitted a bright light, and the old yellow weasel let out a wail, instantly meeting its demise
Wencai could not help but lick his lips with his tongue. The junior apprentice has always been quite clever, and his skills in roasting birds and chickens are truly impressive
Uncle Jiu reached out and patted Russell's little head, and upon seeing that he was unharmed, he immediately let out a sigh of relief
I truly do not want to make any effort at all
In fact, it is quite similar; these yellow weasels that have practiced for many years are not much different from vicious dogs
Russell suddenly realized that there were indeed people from our underworld
After only hearing Russell recite two lines, the surface of the gossip mirror flashed with a bright light, and that old yellow weasel looked on disdainfully, thinking, "Are you trying to deceive me again?"
Especially those talismans that shimmer with golden light, the old yellow weasel grew increasingly apprehensive. In its youth, it had witnessed the power of talismans and had nearly lost its life on the spot. If it had not employed the technique of escaping through flatulence, it would have long since met its demise.
Maoshan, such big legs
Russell exclaimed, "Oh no, oh no, my magical powers are gone, the Bagua Mirror cannot be used!"
He may not be impressive, but it is sufficient that his ancestors were all remarkable
At such a young age, how can one be so despicable
The old yellow weasel had a cold gaze, and the teeth in its mouth ground together with a grating sound. It was determined to make this little brat pay a bloody price!
Looking at the calm-faced Russell, the old yellow weasel clasped his hands and imitated him, saying, "Little one, our green mountains remain unchanged, and the waters flow long; we will have plenty of time to get along in the future"
Oh dear
They cannot escape!
I am extremely frustrated
He is not that cowardly emperor; this time, the safety is 98 percent, rounding it off, it is not much different from seeking death
Please let the ancestral master possess me
Junior apprentice, it seems that the two of us have gotten a bit carried away this time
Let's not go out
"I have been lenient with you little demons in your cultivation, allowing you a way to survive. Today, you dare to bully my disciple, truly thinking you are great immortals!"
paper
Wen Cai was so frightened that he lost his composure, and the old yellow weasel ran so fast that it unexpectedly reached in front of them
Pinned to the tree by a peach wood sword, the old yellow weasel still did not perish, demonstrating its tenacious vitality
The old yellow weasel stared wide-eyed, its gaze filled with unwillingness
"I, little junior brother, did not expect that this mirror of yours is actually real." Wencai also thought the mirror was fake, but was surprised to find it was genuine. "Master treasures this mirror greatly; how did it end up in your hands? Did you steal it?"
With a wave of his hand, those little yellow weasels began to move, truly drawing closer to the old yellow weasel, clearing a path for him.
Russell pouted and said, "What belongs to my master is mine, and what is mine is mine. How can it be called stealing? That is called taking advantage of an opportunity!"
Russell's expression changed suddenly, and he instinctively wanted to break free from Wencai's grip, but it was still a bit too late; the talisman on his clothing swayed slightly and fell down.
He raised the bagua mirror in his hand, causing the old yellow weasel opposite to retreat in fear. The bagua mirror flickered several times before finally dimming into darkness
Isn't this nonsense? Russell rolled his eyes, wondering who on earth would wake up covered in talismans after a sleep
Hmph
In an instant, he understood
Russell looked curiously at the swift and decisive Uncle Jiu, blinking his big eyes. Is this what they call the old one who comes after the young? I didn't expect there to be someone behind the old yellow skin.
A roar echoed from afar, filled with anger. The old yellow weasel had not yet reacted when a streak of golden light pierced through its body, pinning it against a nearby tree
A bright light flashed out, and a heavy impact struck the old yellow weasel. The brightness was as intensely scorching as the sun, instantly singeing the fur on the weasel's chest clean, leaving behind a significant black mark
Russell couldn't help but laugh heartily, saying that others are the second generation of the rich or the second generation of officials, but he is the second generation of the Dao, no, the eighteenth generation of the Dao
Wencai heard the angry screeches coming from behind, and instantly felt a sense of dread. His legs began to run faster and faster; if this group of creatures caught up to him, it would be disastrous
He was panting heavily, taking deep breaths, "Junior apprentice, if only those talismans from earlier were real."
A dozen or so yellow-skinned little demons were screeching, their limbs touching the ground, quickly chasing after the fleeing Wencai and Russell
Uncle Jiu rushed over from a distance, his face filled with anger. With a wave of his hand, dozens of talismans accurately struck the pursuing little yellow weasels, which fell to the ground, howling in agony.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a peach wood sword
He turned his head again to look at the two torn pieces of paper that had fallen to the ground, and in an instant, the old yellow weasel became clear-headed.
The old yellow weasel grew increasingly angry, transforming directly into a yellow phantom, and following the scent on the road, it pursued ahead.
The magic is gone, yet there is still loud shouting, it is simply seeking death
Old Huangpi, upon hearing this, was overjoyed, even unable to suppress a wild laugh towards the sky; indeed, a little brat is just a little brat
Before the old yellow weasel could make a move, Russell began to wail loudly, "Help! Master, help! Your obedient disciple is about to be beaten to death!"
It is possible to use spells, and it does not require much magical power at all
He leaped forward, lunging at Wencai and Russell, who looked at him with a mocking gaze, showing no signs of panic
This is not my fault; I did not find the talisman in the place where the master hides his secret stash, perhaps he has not drawn it yet
Although the words were pleasant to hear, the old yellow weasel's gaze was fixed intently on Russell, as if trying to memorize his appearance
Old Huangpi bent down to pick up the paper from the ground, his face filled with disbelief. It was clearly a talisman, so how could it have turned into this?
Call out, call out, no one can save you now, you are doomed this time
Seeing Russell covered in charms, the old yellow weasel ground its teeth in anger, its expression darkening. Although the little child in front of it was small, it estimated that his magical power was likely minimal.
Uncle Jiu snorted, holding Russell in his arms, "The Mountain God? I respect him out of courtesy; if I do not respect him, what can he say?"
The air is still permeated with the faint aroma of cooked meat
Russell reached into his bosom and took out a mirror, which bore the Bagua talisman on its back; this was the Bagua mirror of Uncle Nine
A wave of unpleasantness rushed over, instantly pulling Wencai back to reality. In front of the two, an old man with a hunched back stood there, wearing a sinister smile as he looked at them.
Long live the ancestral master
Hmph, I forgot to tell you that your little master uncle has recently become the city god of the underworld, overseeing this area.
The old yellow weasel grinned and said, "Youngsters, why aren't you running away?"
He was played by that little brat just now
That little brat is shining all over, completely covered in paper, it is nothing but a load of nonsense talismans
The talisman floated with the wind, gently landing on the ground, a dim light flickered, and various ghostly symbols faded away, transforming into pure white paper
Bold and wicked!
Run fast
With the ritual implements in hand, the talismans affixed all around, the puppet ventures forth. After a quick calculation, the safety is determined to be ninety-nine percent, yet there remains a possibility of death
With both arms tightly wrapped around Russell, they kicked their legs and ran off like a duck fleeing, as if a fierce dog were chasing them from behind
Wencai looked at the road that had been cleared, and his expression immediately brightened. He directly extended his arms and embraced Russell, intending to leave this place.
Later, Jiu Shu discovered that Luo Su had stolen his talisman to hunt birds. With just a little bit of magical power and some precision, he could hit the birds accurately, and occasionally, with a stroke of luck, he could even catch a pheasant.
The old yellow weasel couldn't help but blink, becoming completely stunned.